It’s Crazy Season(ing)
(A customer has ordered a poutine, two large fries with seasoning and a rooter through the drive thru. My manager has informed me that it will take three minutes to cook up enough fries to fill the order, so I go to the window ask her to park her car while she waits.)
Me: “Hi, so there going to be three minutes to cook—”
Customer: “You forgot one of my drinks.”
(Her order was for only one drink, but I just pour her another drink rather than argue.)
Me: “There you go; sorry about that. It will just be three minutes for your fries—”
Customer: “Can I get some ketchup packets too?”
Me: “Sure I’ll put some in the bag. If you could—”
Customer: “Can I get them now?”
Me: “Here you go. So if you just want to—”
Customer: “Can I get some more?”
Me: “Sure. If you’ll go pull up in front of the building—”
Customer: “Can I get a container of seasoning too?”
Me: “Sure.”
(I go ask the kitchen for a container of seasoning. While I’m waiting, my manager gives me a puzzled look and glances meaningfully at the drive thru timer; I just shrug and grimace. The customer looks inside the container when I give it to her.)
Me: “Okay, so here you go. If you’ll pull up in front of the building, we’ll bring&mdash”
Customer: “Can I get a lot more seasoning?”
Me: “Sure.”
Coworker: “She’s not gone yet?!”
Me: “She wants more seasoning first.”
(My manager’s just shaking his head.)
Me: “So here you go. Just pull up and we’ll bring you—”
Customer: “Yeah, yeah. I know.”
(The customer drives through. At this point, she’s been sitting at our window for over two minutes, so her food is ready very quickly. I hand her the order out in the parking lot.)
Me: “Alright, so there’s your poutine, and two large fries. Sorry about the wait. Have a—”
Customer: scowls* “I hope no one spat in this!” *rolls up her window and drives away*
Me: “—nice day.”